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It may be basic terrain such as grassland, jungle, snowfield, lava, scorched earth, wilderness, etc., or it may be a special terrain like the iron prison ring that Chen Feng saw through the screen last time.
The two parties participating in the duel must decide the winner on the arena under the observation and cheers of tens of thousands of people in the entire Colosseum until one party dies or surrenders voluntarily.
Although it is essentially the same as the underground boxing ring in the Walled City of Kowloon, it has increased countless times in terms of scale, viewing and excitement!
At this time, the Colosseum is crowded with people, and reincarnators from all walks of life gather here.
Men and women, old and young, tall, short, fat and thin, dressed in strange clothes, some stared with bated breath, some booed loudly, and some were waving the utensils in their hands in excitement.
Everyone is waiting for a good show to start.
"Why haven't you started yet? Shit! Labor and management paid for the entrance fee to come in, so labor and management just sit and wait like this?"
"RNM, refund the money!"
"I said that the members of the Warsong Guild are not cowards, and they ran away on the duel day?"
"I think it's very possible. Tyranny has been too fierce these days. They even picked up a few major PVP guilds, but they were all defeated. It's not surprising that they exchanged a few harsh words and finally gave up the game. Now look at the entire East In the mainland, I guess only the Creation and Glory of No. [-] and No. [-] can hold back Tyranny."
"Isn't it? This is the Colosseum. Like the Tower of Reincarnation, there is no death protection. It's not a big deal to lose face when you run away. It's a big deal if you beat a swollen face and pretend to be fat. !"
"Swords have no eyes. The Tyrants have heard that their hands are very dark, and they will kill the killer even when the game has been decided so far. Several guilds who fought in the duel before were killed on the spot by them."
"Fuck! So bloody? I like it!"
Under the influence of the wind listener, Chen Feng can capture the sound he wants to hear from the noise around him.
It seems that in this guild duel, most people are optimistic about Tyranny and sing bad battle songs.
Chen Feng couldn't help shaking his head, and immediately walked through the bustling crowd in the stands on both sides calmly, walked down the middle steps according to the front seat number sent by the madman in advance, and took a seat at the reserved position.
As soon as this butt touched the seat, he heard a C-rank reincarnation with silver-white arm marks next to him yelling:
"Hey, who the hell are you? Do you dare to sit next to me?"
Before the words were finished, the speaker saw Chen Feng tilting his head slightly, and his two harmless eyes under the black-rimmed glasses suddenly became extremely cold and full of hostility.
"Damn it!" The man was shocked by Chen Feng's sudden burst of aggressive aura, and immediately changed his words: "Excuse me, excuse me! Brother, sit down, sit down!"
Seeing that Chen Feng was still silent, the reincarnated man who was eight feet tall and as strong as a giant bear trembled with a bitter face:
"Then, please, big brother, I'll give you the seat. Is it okay for me and my brother to go to the back row?"
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Chapter 97 Slaughter in the Colosseum!Guild battle!
The C-level reincarnator who was quite arrogantly shouting at Chen Feng just now had just finished speaking, and immediately ran away in fright with a few of his friends.
The row of auditorium where Chen Feng was located was quite crowded at first, but suddenly several seats became vacant.
With a hand on his glasses, Chen Feng returned to his harmless, elegant and easy-going appearance, and sat in the middle of several seats.
His eyes looked down.
He is currently on the ground floor of the Colosseum, which is the closest to the arena.
This single-story wraparound grandstand is also divided in steps from low to high.
The two lowest rows are only separated from the arena by a guardrail.
In the center, the shaded area covered by the canvas canopy is the seat of the guild participating in the confrontation.
The seats of members of the two guilds face each other across the huge arena.
Chen Feng is located at the rear right, six rows away from the Warsong Guild area.
I saw about three to four hundred people from the Warsong Guild.
Except for the three players who will play in the waiting area for a while, the others are all wearing dark blue and white guild cloaks and sitting in their seats, the atmosphere is a bit serious.
The Tyranny Guild on the opposite side did not lose its aura at all. There were a lot of people in attendance, all of them were wearing uniform brown leather jackets, and they all had unfriendly expressions.
Soon, Chen Feng noticed that the fanatic was standing by the guardrail of the waiting area, leaning his hands on the guardrail, and smoking a cigar with a cowboy hat on his head.
Although he wasn't sure if the person on the opposite side could see it, this guy raised his middle finger no less than five times in the direction of Tyranny's guild in just one gap between blowing smoke rings.
"This guy..." Chen Feng couldn't help laughing.
During the period, the lunatic also turned his head sideways and glanced at the area where Chen Feng was.
It wasn't until Chen Feng gave him a middle finger that the fanatic threw the cigar that he had smoked less than ten puffs directly on the ground, and smiled knowingly.
Probably less than 1 minutes passed.
Just listen to an on-site broadcast resounding through the sky:
"Colosseum dungeon, 3V3 guild battle, Warsong guild vs Tyranny guild, it's about to start!"
"Members of the first round of the battle, please prepare to enter the arena!"
As soon as the words fell, the auditorium of the Colosseum, which had been waiting impatiently before, suddenly boiled again.
More than 5 spectators burst into cheers like a tsunami, and everyone couldn't wait to see the next battle scene.
Hearing the sound, the lunatic stretched out two fingers, saluted his comrades in the Warsong Guild with a standard cowboy salute, and smiled slyly.
"Everyone, sir, I will come as soon as I go."
The members of the Warsong Guild had stood up long ago, cheering loudly for the lunatics.
"Come on, mad brother!"
"Hey Tyranny who fights TM! Let him understand that our War Song is not easy to mess with!"
"No problem, crazy man, this game is a sure win! Use your revolver to teach them how to behave!"
Qiao Na, secretary-general of the Warsong Guild, said solemnly, "Ah, be careful what they do, Tyranny's people are very poisonous."
The lunatic nodded upon hearing this.
The president of the Warsong Guild, Anuo, squinted his eyes and smiled, and stretched out three fingers: "Little boy, I give you 3 minutes, if you can't win, just admit defeat."
"Harmful!" The lunatic curled his lips and raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, President."